Friday, August 13, 2010

I tried to remove it, pick it up and bring home. To decorate a lonely corner. To paint it, put some flowers on it and "restore" it. But,it refused to leave the ground. And then its unyielding silence spoke to me...
This piece of dead tree trunk has opened its soul to the bare skies and to people's feet passing by...

About Me

I write-for my soul.I live like a kite on a string, attached to the threads of responsibilities,yet fly freely about by gusts of imagination and impulse.Trying to keep balance between focus and flexibility.